F***, Was I (исполнитель: Jenny Owen Youngs)
Love grows in me like a tumor, parasites bent on devouring its host. I'm developing my sense of humor, till I can laugh at my heart between your teeth, till I can laugh at my face beneath your feet. [bad word] (la-la-la) Skillet on the stove is such a temptation, maybe I'll be the lucky one that doesnt get burned. What the [bad word] was I thinking? Love plows through me like a dozer, I've got more give than a bale of hay, and there's always a big mess left over. What did you do? What did you say? Skillet on the stove is such a temptation, maybe I'll be the special one that doesnt get burned. What the [bad word] was I thinking? Love tears me up like a demon. Opens the wounds and fills them with lead, and I'm having some trouble just breathing. If we werent such good friends I think that I'd hate you. If we weren't such good friends I'd wish you were dead Oh it's so embarrasing I'm this awkward and [bad word] thing, and [bad word] out of places to hide